As I sit here, "studying" with Allie, my pent up energy finally letting itself out at the most opportune time of 10 o'clock... I feel myself really recognizing this immense impasse that is my relationship status.
It seems like every other picture I see on Instagram is two love-birds, matches made in heaven, so happy, so lucky, so blessed.
#okaywegetit
And you know, as 20-something women, we are told daily by our parents and our friends and our loved ones that we are beautiful, our outfits are "So Cute!", and we are sweet, smart, funny, the list goes on and on. But what is so frustrating to me, is that how is this so obvious to some people, most people even, yet utterly invisible to the opposite sex.
It's like on one hand you have the "there's someone out there for everyone," and "as soon as you stop looking you'll find what you were looking for."
But then you've got half of your friends in this relationship wonderland with support and happiness and flawlessness (or so they make it seem on social media). And I'm just like, did I miss the memo?
And then you've got my mom in the middle who oh so kindly likes to remind me that some people never get married, that God's plan for some people is to be single. Forever. Just shoot me.
Recently a co-worker asked me what my "type" was. I had never really thought about it. I guess I've been self soul searching for a while now and hadn't really even considered what it was I am looking for. So I answered an honest, simple answer. A good, Christian boy.
Taken aback, he wasn't sure how to reply right away. He then suggested, in not so many words, that I should check out Christian Mingle. Yes, the online dating site. I kindly reminded him that I am 21 years old and am not that desperate..... yet.... thank you very much.
Hello?!! How come girls who I hang out with, who are my friends, my peers, my equals are cruising the calm seas in the love boat, while here I am, commanding my kayak in the choppy rapids?
Signed,
Irked in Indianapolis
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